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A strange day!

March 16, 2015

I could have given up as my keyboard has been turning off and it is kind of distracting – HOWEVER, this has been such a strange day thus far, I need to share it.  There will be two posts today.

The first one was my dream last night:

I saw the large pool and it was so clear I could see how deep it was. No one was swimming in the pool, no one near except a man and a woman who stood near the side of the pool in the shallow area. They spoke softly. As I walked the far edge of the pool I could hear his voice, now gruff and much louder. I could also hear the shrill and obvious displeasure in her voice. Both were talking at the same time.

I walked to the concert area and the group of women who had been practicing for weeks were arguing with four members of another group. I understood after all the practice they dedicated, they wanted to present their interpretation of the play.

I also knew the members of the other group, far more experienced and professional, and they were simply trying to offer suggestions to refine and excite the performances. Everyone was chattering loudly and defensively at the same time.

No one understood the others motives, really, they were just trying to hold on to what was so important it wound up in an arguement.

As I left the hall one frail girl asked a man of questionable character, if he could score any drugs. I walked by them quietly.

I entered the door to the left and saw the group that had been in the concert hall. Don’t know how they had gotten there without passing me in the hallway. The experienced and really good group were discouraged. They were talking about how they had spent years on the road working hard and still were left with a pittance and no place to go at the moment.

Somehow I knew the person who usually occupied the opulent and airy room. The bedroom had been neat, but once I spoke to the owner, and asked him if they could stay the night, and they knew it was okay, they began to drop their bags and instruments and sit or relax, one by one on a bed or chair.

The once attractive woman, now worn and exhausted, began to sing softly. Her sweet voice sent chills through my body as I recognized the words, “how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me…”

The words faded into silence as she wearily closed her eyes and her constantly wringing hands and body relaxed into a deep sleep. She was oblivious to the world around her. I could see her as a beautiful young woman. She still was beautiful in an ethereal way.

I knew they needed money and I opened my bag to find lots of money. There were rolled bills, a stack of flat bills – topped with a hundred dollar bill. There were several rolls of money and a heavy bag of change. I peeked in it and there were only quarters and half dollars. I had no idea where the money came from but felt pressed to count it.

I looked around and everyone else was either resting on a bed (or sitting)  with a laptop near by, or one form or another of the almighty iphone. Each donned tiny earphones placed carefully at the lobe of their own ears. One man both looked and listened at two different electrical appliances at once, with the seriousness of someone trying to do the impossible “perhaps unboil an egg” I thought.

I remembered going to an enormous “event” earlier. The top of the building looked like the striped and vibrant design of an old time circus. Everyone had prepaid to enter.

I looked around and thought, “I am in the midst of so many things that mean absolutely nothing. Everyone works so hard and pay with the hours of their lives, and then they pay to enter this place and spend all of their money on things that mean NOTHING.”
It seemed preposterous to me.

I came back to the present moment  began to count the cash. The bound stacks of money were different. Some lighter in tones and some quite a bit darker. I thought it might be counterfeit. Then I thought, it’s all counterfeit anyway…bills made of paper that purchase things that mean nothing. I thought of my home. Modest, sturdy, a place to sleep and be tied to day after day. – I paid almost $700.00 in interest alone. Everything seems to be counterfeit. “You pay to live and it’s all meaningless,” I thought.

$5,500 thus far. I knew it all was placed before our eyes (technology, things and money) to snare us into the trap. The almighty we dedicated our lives to brought distance and arguing between peoples. It took without return, except what “appeared” to be a fleeting moment of worth.

I thought all the beauty and things of actual value given to us freely, and how we all seemed to push these things aside for the shiny gold coin. I thought of God and opened my eyes and realized I had been dreaming.

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The second post will be after I grab something to eat.  I felt my stomach hurt.  God bless all those who find themselves hungry with nothing to eat.

A few thoughts about prisoner model, Marky Mark, consumerism, America’s Got Talent, my dog (not in that order!)

July 7, 2014

I do not like the prisoner who has recently signed a modeling contract – that should NOT be allowed from prison. He does not look handsome to me – but on the contrary – quite monsterous. Some women can be blind, and sold by the media’s portrait of what is handsome. Don’t forget, this man is EVIL. I can see it in his eyes. He is not a handsome devil – just a representative of him. He is a gang member and an evil man – how sexy is it when you picture him murdering or raping someone? That is what gang members do!
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Crudite pronounced crude-de-ta)-it’s French. Why do I mention it? Several reasons!
I heard it and was curious what it meant. When I don’t know a word, or can’t spell it, I use the computer to help me out. My curiousity just drives me nuts if I can’t find out what something means.

I must be a peasant (that’s not pheasant-my father used to hunt those little birds☺. I am a commoner. What it means is this: Vegetable platter.
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Come to think of it, I heard it while watching “America’s Got Talent”. I am quite selective about the television I do watch, but this show is really “entertaining”. The judges are quite likeable because they seem to get a long well, and give the personna of actually caring about the talent.

The hour is loaded with some very talented individuals, and also some who I think are on there just to be on television. It is a great diversion from the trials and stress of everyday living – and about ninety-nine percent children friendly.

Used to hate Howard Stern as he had a radio show / television too, I think – and he was a nasty woman demeaning pig. He used filthy language and was pretty disgusting. omen to him were just playthings and he was quite negative (it’s been a while) He seems now earnest in his honest and nice demeanor. But then again, we are fooled every day and in every way – aren’t we?
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I am becoming way too attached to our Rotteweiler. When I was injured she stayed with me, and the only time we have been separated is when I go to the doctor. In cool weather she goes in the car, but when “the heat is on” she stays home. (Are you old enough to remember that song: “the heat is on”?)

She layed on the bed with me from the moment I came home from the hospital. She is gentle and watches me carefully as I work my way from room to room. She actually has become my “baby girl”! OH NO!

Purebreds have a shorter life span and hers, if I am fortunate, hopefully she has another five or six years.

I know when she dies I will have to go through a rough period of time – but I also know it is the natural way of things.

We in America love our pets and really, for most, they become a definite part of the family. My daughter (in law) from Morocco, had never been in a home with a dog.
She was very frightened at first, but now loves her and trusts her gentleness.
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Have you ever seen Marky Mark His name is actually Mark Wahlberg, now a well known actor. Check him out on you tube, in you are so inclined, and see if you like him as a rapper. I don’t care for rap (mostly), but he is like watching dessert! Now was one kind of sexy to me there (and we do each have our own tastes). He actually has become a good actor, is very funny, and also a producer. I am not “entranced” by “stars”,
however, I do appreciate anyone with talent.

Keep in mind ADVERTISING is alive to make corporations and individuals rich. There are no miracle drugs to keep you young, vitamins are in question, and every workout created may help you to keep fit, but years will take a toll anyway – that is the way of life.

Advertisers are made to make us consumers. They want to capture our “collective” heart and imagination, and sway us to their products.

Big Brother wants us so connected to our technology that we are afraid to turn our machines off, or not have them with us. Look around you. See the separation of man and woman, mother and child, and human to human. We have all been sucked into the “need” to be connected to technology. Here I am writing on my blog!

But I have “technology free time and space”. Everyone should. It will enlighten, relax, and help you keep your sanity. That is absolute.
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